on the way to rose water

we all need daily sanctuary

mine comes in fragrance

color saturation

someday i want my living room painted 'hydrangea blue', which, as you can see, would be about 23 blues. and i want the ceiling done too, so that i will feel that i am inside one of these blooms. all these flowerheads are off the same bush! at least i think it's one; the clump is decades old so it is hard to tell.
this, THIS is summer.

loosing ground

having a backwards day...ever have one of those ?

meet urnnie

urnnie's first snow (with us). who knows, he may
have gone through a hundred or so already.

 urnnie has made numerous Facebook appearances so he is almost famous!  he resides in the middle of our 'narnia' garden, which i am trying to keep empty, much to the consternation of my husband & his beer resting tree stumps (next to the horseshoe arena.)

little sister urnette in the backyard

urnnie & the spirit

a bit of warmth for the eye



and new to the family is urnella; she's my 'indoor' urn like one has an 'indoor' cat.
 she came from  the local thrift store for $2.99 with a $70. tag on the bottom!
 at first i thought i would re-finish her in a faux rust or verdigris but the 'ironstone' look is growing on me.

the poet & the painter

once upon a time
there was a poet
who fell in love.
he wrote a book of love poems


















to his lady.
this was her response;

"He Loves Me"

flower shelves

every flower child needs a vase collection, right?

this week in the nose; mid merry merry May

Abraham Darby

Charles De Mills

Sarah Bernhardt Peony

i have this thing for fragrance.

hedgerow honeysuckle

song for sweet violettes

i have a live-wire attraction to these small waifs; i think it is because they are so unpretentious. i am not talking about the violets in your yard, but referring to Viola odorata, which also includes 'parma' violets (which have been grown in France since the last century for the perfume trade.)
this night stand was a labor of love (as well as a labor of labor!) and evolved over several years.
 i offer it as my Ode.

laundry day

this is actually my husband's work (or was he enjoying himself?) can you tell he is an organizer? that didn't keep him from creating beauty that left me speechless!